Since youth passeth swiftly.

[From the Knightes Tale.] Thus passeth yere by yere, and day by day, Till it felle onës in a morwe[40] of May That Emelie, that fayrer was to sene Than is the lilie upon his stalkë grene, And fresher than the May with flourës newe, (For with the rose colour strof hire hewe; I n'ot which was the finer of hem two)